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🚨 My Mom is on the Edge – Save Her Life Before It's Too Late! 🚨
I write these words with a heavy heart and a heavy heart. My mother, a symbol of tenderness and giving, is now suffering from unbearable pain, as she suffers from deadly blood cysts on her liver that threaten her life at every moment. The situation has become like an endless nightmare; every minute that passes brings us closer to eternal separation.
The hospital is asking for $3,789 to perform the urgent surgery, and these amounts seem unattainable in these circumstances that turn our lives into a continuous battle against death. I see the pain in her eyes, and the tears running down her cheeks, and I can only beg you with all my hope: Help me save my mother, as every donation, no matter how small, could be the difference between life and death.
This appeal comes from the depths of the heart, filled with sadness and tears, and I appeal to every kind soul to give us a second chance, a chance to keep our mother among us. If you can't donate, please share this message with everyone you know; you may be able to help save her life before it's too late.
My mom needs you now, more than ever... Please help me face these dark moments before death snatches her away from us.❤️🙏
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Nice try I've read purple haze feedback
Stop lying about being ok we can tell
',:/
There is nothing to tell. Well, yes I struggle with anger issues, but otherwise I'm all right. You don't need to make that face.
noooooo Riso don’t hold it in it doesn’t do anything
self indulgent pucci drawing. this is my favorite piece i’ve done in a while :D
prints of this are available now on my kofi shop! :D
Hear me out-
I lowkey can’t stop thinking about fugo and giorno
Not at the same time but they jusy keep playing in my head
.
I PROMISE IM LOCKED IN, ive got art in my mind its gonna happen i swear
Exam season is soon send a SOS
does anybody else love fugos dub voice?? like idk what it is, but its SO SO nice like id listen to him read an audiobook
it just sounds so soft and he somehow always sounds one inconvenience way from a breakdown and its just so perfect (the dub casting in part 5 is just perfect in general imo)
purple haze feedback….?
aka giorno and fugo in the charlie and lola art style
(click for better quality)
STEEEEEL--
This pain will end one day, and I believe in that. We are going through great hardships, but hope has always been in my heart. The freedom for Palestine is now closer than ever🥹🇵🇸
☁️ I Share My Pain Every Day… But Is There Any Humanity Left?
Every day, I post photos of my family.
My children. Our broken home.
Not because I want to.
But because I’m forced to.
Because silence kills us faster than bombs😓💔.
This is Hamoud, my little boy🥹🫂.
He used to dream of becoming a doctor.
Now, he just dreams of a meal… a bed… a safe night without crying😭💔.
“Mama, will we eat today?”
“Mama, can we go back home?”
He whispers this with big teary eyes…
And I lie to him — because that’s all I can give him.
Gaza is bleeding
Chickens have vanished.
Sugar, oil, bread — unaffordable luxuries.
Prices have gone mad.
Borders are closed. Aid is gone.
We are told to leave our homes over and over. Where to? No one knows.
But the world?
The world just watches.
And keeps scrolling.
I’m not asking for sympathy. I’m begging for action.
If you see this, don’t turn away.
Share this. Speak about it.
Help me save Hamoud.
His life depends on people like you — people with hearts.
"Silence is a choice. And it's killing us"
Donation link
Or PayPal
Dear Tumblr souls, you beautiful, strange humans—
you laugh through the pain,
you turn sadness into soft, glowing aesthetics,
you post memes in the darkest hours,
and somehow, your hearts remain warm.
When you feel someone is hurting,
you become shelter—an open hand, asking for nothing in return.
I'm not asking for pity, but right now… I need you.
I'm Kareman from Gaza 🇵🇸🌸.
*This painting was drawn by my friend Zara ❤️
I'm trying to get through what life threw at me—with an open heart ,We were displaced ,There was bombing everywhere—loud, close, terrifying ,We fled with nothing but our lives.😞💔
Our dreams have changed ,We no longer dream of tomorrow— ,our dream today… is simply to eat.
My son, Hamoud🥹, asks me, “Mama, when is dinner?”
And sometimes… I have no answer.
That kind of pain shouldn't exist in a mother's heart😭.
My campaing vetted by/ @90-ghost here , gaza-evacuation-funds here
If you can help🥹❤️, even a little—this is the donation link:
🌸Or PayPal🌸
And if you can't, sharing this could still bring us one step closer to a meal.
Thank you, deeply.🌸"
When gas disappears… we invent fire.
In Gaza, where war stole everything from us — even our gas cylinders — we refused to freeze or give up.
With nothing but scrap metal, old car oil, and computer fans, people here built handmade burners to cook, boil water, and survive.
We turned trash into life. We turned despair into invention. This is how we fight for existence every single day.
We don't just survive — we create.🔥🛠️💔
Reblog. Raise awareness. Let the world see our resilience.
As for me… I’m Kareman, a mother in Gaza.
I’m doing my best to protect and care for my son, Hammoud, in the middle of this war.
Thanks to a kind friend’s donation, I was able to bring a little light into my child’s life — food, warmth, and a smile.
The photo below is my son smiling next to the food we managed to buy.
That smile is a rare treasure in the middle of fear, displacement, and hunger.😭🫶❤️
If you’re reading this, please… don’t let this be the last smile I see on his face.🙏
Support us — donation link is in my bio.
My campaing vetted by/ @90-ghost here
@gaza-evacuation-funds here (6)
Donate here
Or through PayPal
Your kindness makes hope possible.
From a mother who is still trying
WE GOT SBR ANIMATED WE ARE SO BACK
im turning his age this month
weird...
open for uncensored (pls i worked too hard on it)
im turning his age this month
weird...
open for uncensored (pls i worked too hard on it)
Day sixty-three - Ladder from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Steel Ball Run
canon
I have delivered
MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍
A lil Reigen Sketch
My downtime from drawing: drawing.
ugly cryer reigen pulling me out of art block
Big day for the horse girls out there
🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿
I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.
My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.
But in an instant, it was all gone.
A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.
That was just the beginning.
The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?
We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.
No home.
No food.
No clean water.
No way out.
I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.
I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.
I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.
Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.
Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.
💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚
🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿
I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.
My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.
But in an instant, it was all gone.
A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.
That was just the beginning.
The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?
We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.
No home.
No food.
No clean water.
No way out.
I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.
I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.
I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.
Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.
Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.
💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚
🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿
I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.
My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.
But in an instant, it was all gone.
A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.
That was just the beginning.
The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?
We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.
No home.
No food.
No clean water.
No way out.
I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.
I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.
I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.
Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.
Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.
💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚
